After the gunshots were fired, everyone exclaimed!
"Oh my God!"
"How can it be!"
"Is this a miracle?"
The wanderers were amazed, with expressions of astonishment, fear, and shock on their faces.
Ma Xiaoguang stood proudly in the middle of the crowd, holding a bullet in his hand!
Teru Sakai raised the gun numbly, his eyes widened, and he had forgotten what expression he should use on his face to match his current feelings.
While everyone was still stunned, Ma Xiaoguang struck like lightning, and the Colt M1900 was back in his hands.
"Do you want to try it? Are there any bullets in the gun this time?"
Ma Xiaoguang raised his gun and asked Sakai Teruta and the neon thugs with a slight mockery.
At this time, the Neon people were a little stunned and did not dare to make any mistakes.
At this moment, a black car drove quickly from Zhapu Road and stopped next to Ma Xiaoguang and the others with a "quacking" sound.
Before anyone in "Xuanyang Society" could react, the three of them jumped into the car and drove away...
"Baga, let me know, look for them quickly, we must catch these people!"
Teru Sakai yelled at the minions angrily.
On the car.
"Sir, your move is so amazing! How could you catch the bullet with your bare hands?"
Xiao Lu, who was driving, asked Ma Xiaoguang with admiration.
"These are all tricks used by the Jianghu to fool people, and only those devils who are stupid will believe it..."
The fat man said with a strange smile and a proud look on his face.
"That's all a cover-up. There are blank bullets in the gun, and the bullets are already in hand."
Ma Xiaoguang explained to everyone with a smirk while withdrawing the M1900 magazine.
"No wonder, I said that Fat Master's kung fu wouldn't be so weak, but Brother Li just stood by and watched. This is unscientific."
Xiao Lu said jokingly after reacting.
Naturally, everyone in the car laughed.
Three days later.
While everyone in the "Xuanyang Society" was looking for the three members of the "Shenma Group" all over the world, the transfer procedures for the printing factory had been quietly completed.
Ma Xiaoguang took the guardians on his left and right, three masters, and a group of six people to receive it.
In the workshop.
"The things are still good, the offset printing machine is good, the gravure printing machine is a bit worn...but the military stamps are enough."
After the bald boss Jia finished inspecting the machine, he reported to Ma Xiaoguanghui.
"If it works, let's start work first. Brother Guishou and Lao Jia will be responsible for this. We will print two million military tickets first. After the tickets are paid back, we will get some good machines, such as the Heidelberg printing press..."
Ma Xiaoguang looked at the printing press and said to his brothers with pride.
Ma Xiaoguang directly entrusted the next matter to three professionals.
Not long after, on February 10th.
The first batch of products was successfully released.
Public concession, prosperous foreign trade.
A Neon Army Type 95 reconnaissance vehicle suddenly stopped.
Three neon officers got out of the car.
Yes, these three are Ma Xiaoguang, Fatty and Lao Li.
"We are from the Neon Empire Army, go inform your manager."
The fat man said to the clerk at the door with a look of disdain.
As soon as they finished speaking, the three of them rushed upstairs without asking the guards for permission.
Soon the three of them broke into the office.
There is a banner "Japan-China Goodwill" in the office, and the signature below is actually Neon Consul General Okamoto Yoshimasa.
The manager looked at the three menacing neon officers with a look of fear and confusion.
"We are from the munitions department of the Neon Central China Dispatch Army. This is Major Kindaichi, the munitions staff officer. I am Second Lieutenant Akechi Kengo, and this is Lieutenant Ryuta Sagi..."
The fat man took a step forward and proudly introduced his identity to the manager.
"Welcome to the Imperial Army. I'm the manager, Xu Yougen. Our boss doesn't come here often..."
Manager Xu Yougen stepped forward and introduced himself and the situation in the factory to the three "imperial troops" in a trembling voice.
The fat man acted as the translator, translating the neon language to the two officers.
"You can make the decision here?"
Ma Xiaoguang and Lao Li sat down haughtily on the guest sofa, while Fatty went out to negotiate with Xu Yougen.
"Yes, yes, I make the final decision on all business matters."
Xu Yougen looked at the three neon officers with strong auras and replied timidly.
Ma Xiaoguang, who held the rank of Major, frowned when he heard this and gave the fat man a slap in the face.
"Ordinary business? That's a lot of business. Can't you make the decision?"
The fat man turned his head with displeasure and translated to Xu Yougen.
Xu Yougen stood there awkwardly, not daring to continue speaking.
"Kkindaichi" the Major curled his lips and gave another instruction to the fat man.
The fat man translated viciously: "Notify your master, it's the boss's job, come here quickly!"
Xu Yougen was originally a show-off in front of the other merchants, and wanted to argue a few words, but seeing the unkind expressions of the three neon officers, he could only swallow his words, turned around and went to the back room, and quickly called his boss.
Forty minutes later, Liao Changsheng, the owner of Changsheng Foreign Company, hurried over in a car.
As soon as he entered the office, Liao Changsheng stood at attention and then bowed at a forty-five degree angle.
"I, Liao Changsheng, am the proprietor of Changsheng Yangxing..."
Liao Changsheng speaks neon fluently, so there is no need for the fat man to translate in the middle.
"We are members of the Central China Dispatch Army's Munitions Department that will soon be established. We are here to purchase a batch of supplies. Here is the list..."
Seeing that the rightful owner had arrived, Ma Xiaoguang did not continue to talk, and explained the purpose of his visit somewhat haughtily in Kansai dialect.
Looking at the purchase list on the coffee table, Liao Changsheng couldn't believe his eyes and hesitated.
"Don't worry, Boss Liao, we deal fairly, pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand, so you won't suffer any loss."
Perhaps seeing the worry in Liao Changsheng's heart, Ma Xiaoguang curled up the corner of his mouth and said contemptuously.
"The sun comes out in the west? Does the imperial army give you money to buy things?"
Of course, Liao Changsheng could only have this idea in his mind and said he did not dare to say it out loud.
Ma Xiaoguang ordered the fat man: "Well, Mr. Mingzhi, bring the contract and show it to Boss Liao."
Fatty's movements were very neat, and a set of contracts in triplicate appeared in front of Liao Changsheng.
"Boss Liao, the imperial army is about to launch a new round of offensive, so it needs a lot of items. The price is negotiable. The most important thing is time! If anything goes wrong, you have to bear the loss!"
Ma Xiaoguang emphasized the importance and seriousness of the matter to Liao Changsheng with a serious expression.
"Please rest assured, Imperial Army. I have supported the Neon Army for many years and have never delayed contracts and related supplies. No, Consul General Okamoto even wrote an inscription for me!"
Liao Changsheng quickly expressed his stance to Ma Xiaoguang solemnly and somewhat complacently.
Ma Xiaoguang stood up and said, "Yo Xi! Then Liao Sang, hurry up and prepare the goods. We will come on time and deliver the goods in five days."
After clearing away the things on the table, the three fake neon officers left Changsheng Yangxing Company proudly.
